Mapping Our Mountain Bike Travels

Mountain bikes have been a great motivator for Lynn and me to visit new, different places.

Multiple roadtrips to the Pacific Northwest, my first time to Canada, weekend trips to Santa Cruz and Mendocino, and day trips to Downieville, Graeagle, South Lake Tahoe and elsewhere all add up to a pretty great variety of ground covered on two wheels.


In the midst of a drought winter here in the mountains, thoughts turn to future destinations. Moab? Sedona? Southern California? I can’t wait for the next mountain bike trip.


Mendocino Mountain Biking & Camping

Mendocino has been on Lynn & my mountain biking to-do list for a while now – especially once Lynn got the taste for mountain biking in the Redwoods in my old Santa Cruz stomping grounds. With winter approaching here in Tahoe, we decided to hit the road on an impromptu trip – tent, bike and gear thrown hastily into the flying green toaster on a Friday morning.

About five-and-a-half hours of driving through Grass Valley, Yuba City, Clear Lake and Willits on Highway 20 delivered us to Russian Gulch State Park campground, a beautiful but pricey site ($40 a night!) close to the few trails we’d turned up on the internet.

The park ranger pointed us to Catch a Canoe and Bicycle Too – a cool little shop on the side of the Big River – for a map and more guidance, where PBS was filming a family travel segment of some kind. Maps there were laminated, poster style, not exactly practical for carrying on a bike, which was our plan in a place with a reputation for no trail signs and no GPS signal through the dense canopy. Fortunately there was Mountain Biking the Mendocino Coast, 2nd Edition, a guidebook that was worth the purchase.

Saturday we rode Manly Gulch Trail in Jackson Demonstration State Forest, dropping in from a parking spot at the top down flowy, fast and sometimes exposed trail covered in redwood needle leaf litter with the occasional root ledge. It was a blast. Pedaling back up Forest History and Cookhouse was a grunt, but overall a super fun ride – worth the trip in and of itself.

The second day we started closer to camp, pedaling up the not-quite singletrack, not-quite fire road North Boundary Trail to Road 409, where we explored a spiderweb of unmarked trails in a dense forest. On the way back, a stint on the North Trail was worth the detour above Russian Gulch before coming to an end.

Camping got pretty chilly this time of year, but day-time weather was beautiful, and we passed the time when we weren’t riding site seeing around Mendocino and Fort Bragg, watching free divers hit the water for abalone. From our campground, we could pedal to a great beach or up to an overlook with fantastic views south.

Monday morning, as we planned to head south to Boonville, somewhere I’d never been – ominous smoke crept out to the coast, turning the morning light burnt orange. Texting with family and searching the internet from a local coffee shop – we first decided to avoid the numerous fires that sprung up overnight by heading back on Highway 20, but quickly turned around as we found news of more fires in the region.

Plan C became a drive straight down Highway 1 to my folks in Point Reyes. One of the most beautiful drives in the country – it was made otherworldly by a thick blanket of smoke. Each 2-lane highway that poured out of the hills onto the coast was bumper to bumper with people escaping the fires – and when we tried to stop for gas and lunch in Bodega Bay, we found the picturesque coastal community over-run, lines of cars 20-long out each end of the only gas station in town.

Point Reyes Station was out of gas as well, but after staying the night in Inverness we were able to make our way back to Truckee on Tuesday.

Mendocino is a remote destination no mater where you’re coming from, but worth the trip as their mountain bike scene continues to grow.

Mountain Bike Gear Tip for Mendocino

Light-lens Sunglasses: Both Lynn and I used rose-colored sunglasses, lighter than typical grey or gold, but in many places deep in the redwood jungle could have used clear lenses – and we didn’t even have fog or overcast.


Gear Reviews from a Month on the Road

In my last blog post, I talked about Lynn and my month-long road trip camping, mountain biking and exploring Oregon, Washington and British Columbia.

With a month on the road, more than a dozen campsites, a bunch of bike rides and almost 3,000 miles on the road linking it all up, I think I can safely say we put our gear through the ringer. Some of it we’d been using on past #toasterroadtrips, while other items were wedding presents from generous friends and family members. Here are some of the highlights:

Big Agnes Tensleep Station 4 Tent:
At 5’11” and 6’3″ respectively, Lynn and I were ready for an upgrade from our little two-person backpacking tent. After a month of camping in it – I’m happy to give this one a glowing review. Tall enough to nearly stand up in (huge for getting dressed), long and wide enough that we can sleep pointed in any direction inside the tent depending on slope, and with plenty of pockets – it gave us all the room and comfort we wanted. Add on a huge vestibule for storing wet gear in the case of wet whether, an easy setup and tons of guylines to stabilize the tall structure, and I can’t think of a single complaint.

Nemo Cosmo Insulated Sleeping Pads:
So. Freakin’. Comfy. I’ve had a Nemo Astro sleeping pad for a while, so I was already familiar with the comfort of their thick, horizontally baffled design, but add on the extra width and length, plus the convenience of a built-in foot pump, and I can say I consistently slept better camping than I do on an average night at home. My only nitpick is the built-in pump makes re-packing tricky, but we got the hang of it pretty quickly, and Nemo doesn’t hose you with a stuff sack too small to ever use again.

Goal Zero Yeti 150 and Nomad 20 battery and solar panel:
I’d like to say we unplugged, forgot electronics, and harmonized with nature, but electronics – especially on a month-long trip, are pretty key. Keeping our phones and cameras charged has been an ongoing challenge in past trips – but with this solar setup it was a breeze. Both Lynn and my iPhones have pretty crummy batteries, but we never went without power thanks to this super useful setup. We charged both with solar at campsites and 12 volt off my car on longer drives, and the Yeti never dipped below 40 percent.

Yeti Tundra 35 Cooler:
We’ve had this for a while now, and while it is better insulated than an average cooler (by a long shot), it isn’t made of magic, and has a learning curve for packing and accessing to keep its cool. Those thick walls also mean a small interior volume compared to the amount of space it takes up in the car. Still, we never had any food spoil from getting too warm, so it did its job.

Yakima Rocketbox Pro 11:
It was clear that the toaster – my Honda Element, needed a little help in the storage department for such a long trip. Lynn and I combined our REI dividends to pull this one off, and were pleasantly surprised how little it effected gas mileage and wind noise. We did, however, discover that it isn’t waterproof. Pools of water formed inside after driving through rainstorms, meaning we had to store any gear inside the box in plastic bags for a little extra insurance.

Packtowl Robetowels:
As seekers of swimming holes and hot springs, and generally in no position to turn our noses up at campground showers, Lynn and I have been a fan of the light, absorbent and quick-drying Packtowl. The robe version makes deck changes in and out of bike clothes at trail heads easier, and walking to and from hot springs, showers etc more comfortable. The only small downside with the really absorbent fabric is it tends to stick to wet skin, making putting the robe on when wet a little tricky.

Sea to Summit Collapsible … everything:
This was a popular wedding gift for us – collapsible cups, bowls, even a metal-bottomed pot you can put on the stove. Accordion silicon sides not only let these pack down tiny, but made them easy to clean, mildly insulating (compared to our normal stainless steel cups). Our number of visits to local breweries rivaled our number of campgrounds or mountain bike trails, so the cups in particular got a lot of mileage after we filled our growler and headed back to camp.


Honeymoon Mountain Biking Road Trip to the PNW, AKA #Toasterroadtrip

June 24, the morning of my wedding to Lynn, I awoke to rising song of a Swainson’s Thrush, a sound I’d come to associate with Point Reyes. On my parent’s property, the lush green of the forest was broken up by a rainbow of flowers, but tall stalks with delicate rows of hanging pink bells – foxglove – caught my eye.

That bird song and those flowers would follow Lynn and me as we worked our way up through Oregon, Washington, Vancouver Island and the Sunshine Coast on our month-long honeymoon – the latter occasionally standing six-foot tall and smacking me in the face as we road through them on Bellingham’s Galbraith mountain bike trails.

It’s safe to say this has been the best summer of my life. Our wedding was all I could ask for, and our honeymoon was a dream trip. Sure, it was stressful planning the wedding and the nearly 3,000-mile trip immediately after, but Lynn deserves most of the credit for both.

After about seven hours on trusty old I-5 North in the flying green toaster (my Honda Element), our first stop was Ashland, Oregon. I’d like to tell you the below view back to Mt. Shasta was from our campsite – but while I found out the Mt. Ashland campground was open – I missed the fine print that said that the road beyond where I took this photo to the campground was closed.

Looking at Shasta from Mt. Ashland.

Instead, we pitched our tent, strung our hammock and settled into the lower elevations of Emigrant Lake among the oaks and golden grass. Mountain biking – the main focus of the trip – didn’t go according to plan in Ashland either. We had the idea of catching a shuttle up the mountain to spend more time pointed downhill, but it turned out the shuttle operation was closed for the week. So we filled our hydration packs, clipped into our pedals and ground up a hot, steep road before turning down Jabberwocky, a big, machine-built flow trail getting a lot of well-deserved attention.

Our Ashland campground.

After a stop at Caldera Brewing and another night in camp, we turned north again, leaving I-5 for the coast, following the Umpqua River west to camp in the woods near Oregon’s famous dunes. The bikes stayed locked to the car as we worked our way through Yachats, poked around tidepools and visited the Oregon Coast Aquarium before camping just south of Newport.

Oregon Coast.

Before crossing into Washington, Buoy Brewing in Astoria proved to be our favorite brewery of the trip, and the drive into the Olympic Peninsula fulfilled one of my long-standing travel goals. My parents bought us two nights at the Lake Quinault Lodge as a wedding present – one of the grand old lodges like Old Faithful or Timberline, or whatever they’re calling the Ahwahnee Hotel now.

We hiked along the Hoh River, and I wished I could join the parties with big packs, ice axes and crampons to see the high mountains of the park. Next time.

I teased Lynn, a North Westerner born and raised, about the incessant sunny weather on the trip, casting doubt on the rain in Hoh Rain Forest. The dense trees, unending fern mats and dripping moss poked a few holes in my argument though.

Crowds and hipster nonsense photo shoots couldn’t ruin Ruby Beach.

Ruby Beach.

My first proper PNW ferry ride took the toaster, Lynn and me to Vancouver Island, and I got my first taste of Canada when the customs agent asked if we had any alcohol, and laughed at my reply of “maybe 2 beers?”

Canadian drivers don’t mess around – only giving the choice of 50 kph in the slow lane or 110 in the fast (when 80 kph was the signed limit), but the drive up the east coast of the island was beautiful, as was our first campsite – Englishman River Falls Provincial Park.

The view driving up the east coast of Vancouver Island.

Provincial Parks on the island were spotless, and there’s no rushing back and forth between claiming a campsite, filling out forms and paying at the gate. A friendly staffer came around, registered us and collected our money – noting our American license plate and offering sincere apologies for our political fumbles.

He didn’t abide by noisy campers, either, strictly enforcing the 10 p.m. quite hours, which I appreciated to no end.

The Hammerfest mountain bike trail network laid right outside the state park gate, pedalable from our campsite. A grind up a loose, steep logging road opened up a spiderweb-like network of singletrack to pick from on the way back down. Our first taste of Vancouver Island mountain biking, and it was a blast – dark woods, soft soil, berms, whoops and roots.

Farther north, the three Cs of Courtenay, Comox and Cumberland was our next destination. Cumberland’s mountain bike trail network was definitely one of the best of the trip, while the sea-side parks of Comox were beautiful when we needed to give the bikes a brake.

Our last campsite of the island was a little farther north still, in Elk Falls Provincial Park just outside of Campbell River. A techy, sometimes overgrown rolling cross-country trail broke up the fireroad up, singletrack down formula we’d followed so far on the trip.

Elk Falls.

It wasn’t our plan, but much of our trip put us a day ahead or a day behind the BC Bike Race – a multi-day crosscountry mountain bike race with 600 participants. Sometimes that meant we had helpful pink tape to follow in the complex trail networks of the island and Sunshine Coast. Sometimes it meant a trail had just been hammered by 600 people. But mostly it reaffirmed Lynn had picked the best mountain biking destinations in the region.

BC Coastal Range from the ferry

Our next ferry delivered us to Powell River at the northern end of the Sunshine Coast. It was a beautiful boat ride with views back at the glaciated peaks above Cumberland and toward the improbably pointy and dramatic BC Coastal Range ahead. We even saw some sort of whale or porpoise spouting in the distance on the glassy Salish Sea.

The toaster on the ferry.

Freehub Magazine, a mountain bike magazine out of Bellingham which produces some great videos – first brought the Sunshine Coast to my attention. Small, remote communities in lush, dripping woods surrounded by a network of mountain bike trails – it sounded too good to be true.

And while it was beautiful and we got some great riding in, there was a catch. Opening up the Trailforks trail map app on my phone, we were faced with an inscrutable tangle of trails, making left or right at the fork decisions seemingly every 100 feet or so. And inevitably, we made some bad choices – whether it was finding ourselves neck-deep in thorny blackberry brambles, or me taking the two worst spills of the trip – back to back – on maybe the worst trail I’ve ever ridden.

That goes with the territory riding new places, however, and we still had a great time. We also took a break from the bikes to paddle around Sechelt Inlet. A guide shepherded us through narrow passages, around rocky islands with native petroglyphs, over jellyfish blooms and sea stars. We even saw a mink fishing at the water’s edge.

Two more ferries south landed us at the southern end of the Sea-to-Sky Highway up through Squamish and Whistler, one of the most beautiful drives on a trip full of beautiful drives. I gawked at the huge granite cliffs and towering snow-covered peaks just above town, the glacier-green sound just below.

Armored up and flat pedals fixed, we headed for Whistler Bike Park, one of mountain biking’s hallowed meccas. While Lynn was fully in the zone, I felt like a Joey most of the day. I found myself walking some steeps on blues. Blues!

Every time we re-enter America, it makes third world banana republic bureaucracy look efficient, and this time was no different. Oh well, on to Bellingham to stay with Corey and Becca!

Photo by Corey Vannoy

Corey showed me the ropes on a side of Galbraith I hadn’t ridden before while Lynn took the day off the bike, and it was unsurprisingly great. Throw in a visit to Kulshan Brewing, a barbecue on Lake Watcom with Tommy and Morgan and a visit to Transition Bikes (who sent us wedding presents, how cool is that!) and you pretty much have why we try to get to Bellingham at least once a year.

A drive through the North Cascades was also high on my to-do list, and the alpine peaks begged for more exploration. We were both excited to check out Winthrop and its growing mountain bike scene, but east-side heat and smoke from Canadian wildfire prompted us to cut our stay short and head for Reardan to stay with Lynn’s parents.

Lynn in the North Cascades.

The toaster’s brakes were pretty much, well, toast when we screeched to a halt in Reardan. Fortunately, Lynn’s dad’s friend – a mechanic at the school’s bus garage – was extremely kind in helping us (OK, we helped him by occasionally turning a screwdriver and staying out of the way) replace the rotors and pads.

We had a second wedding reception in a beautiful barn down the road from Lynn’s folks for all the friends and family in Eastern Washington that couldn’t make the trip to California, and then hit the road again – pointed south for Hood River.

Driving west along the Columbia, the flat-sided toaster complete with Yakima sail Rocketbox buffeted in the wind that makes Hood River a kite surfing destination, the transition from east-side brown to west-side green came quick, and after a brewery stop for dinner we climbed up to Kingsley Reservoir Campground for the night.

Our time was running out and we wanted to break the drive home up with another stop in Bend, so we only went for a short ride on Dirt Surfer at the top of the Post Canyon trail network. After a few dirt roads generally wrecked by the moto crowd, we were both amazed by the singletrack – we’ll definitely be back.

As with last summer, our last campground was Smith Rock State Park, one of our favorite campgrounds, and just 45 minutes from Bend. An obligatory visit to Crux, a really cool chat with the guys at Crowsfeet Commons and a walk along the Deschutes River reminded us why Bend is such a special place.

Faced with the end of the trip, I had to remind myself we were heading home to Truckee – not a bad thing at all. Still, I was ready to do laundry, take a shower and head back out on the road. Once you hit the rhythm of a trip like this, it’s hard to give it up.




2016 Sierra Outsider Online Filmfest (My Favorite Online Outdoor Videos of 2016)

I watch a lot of outdoor films on Youtube, Vimeo and elsewhere. A lot. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t have cable, and have already watched Planet Earth on Netflix one million times.

I’ve also been lucky enough to tag along with Lynn as she scouts films at the South Yuba Citizens League Wild and Scenic Film Festival – she’s hosted an on tour stop of the festival in South Lake Tahoe for Sierra Nevada Alliance for the last few years.

So with the format of that great film festival in mind, I thought I would collect my favorites of 2016 all in one place, a perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon or to pass the time when a cold is keeping you inside.


First up, is Our Land – a beautifully shot and edited film with some fancy kit about traversing Oregon, surfing, mountain biking and fly fishing along the way.

Next we stay in Oregon with a film about rebuilding a community called Oakridge, in part with mountain biking. This film convinced Lynn and I to stop and ride in Oakridge on our Northwest Road Trip last summer. While this one isn’t actually from 2016, I found it this year, so I’m counting it.

Moving north, this next film also talks about communities embracing mountain biking and tourism as new revenue as timber declines – this time on Vancouver’s Sunshine Coast. Freehub Magazine has been creating some fantastic films, and their work recently caught the attention of Teton Gravity Research, one of the giants of the ski and snowboard movie world, teaming up to produce the “Next Exit” series, which you should also check out.

Bringing the theme of community building with bikes (don’t worry, this won’t only be mountain biking, I promise) closer to home, here’s a video from First Track Productions about a Tahoe Area Mountain Bike Association project that brought the South Lake Tahoe community together.

Alright, we’ll leave mountain biking behind for now, and move to what inevitably comes after mountain biking – beer! This is another film about a rural community (in this case, California’s Mono County) diversifying tourism and the economy it brings. I’m lucky to get to write for Mono County Tourism through East River PR, and I personally love June Lake Brewing, so this film was a gimme.

I mentioned the Wild and Scenic Film Festival earlier, and one of my favorite films from the 2016 festival is now free online, thanks to OARS. Martin’s Boat blends a passion for white water and conservation in the desert Southwest.

When I was young, I decided Yosemite was the center of the universe. You should watch every film in the Yosemite Nature Notes series, but this one, published last winter, hit home for me, as I learned to ski at Yosemite’s Badger Pass.

Last up, partially because I haven’t put a rock climbing film in, and partially because I really enjoy all the IFHT films, is “How to be a Rock Climber.”

I’m sure I’m missing a few great videos I watched this year, but this is a good list. What were your favorites from 2016?

Mountain Bike Coaching with A Single Track Mind (Video)

I recently worked with Dylan Renn, who started up his own Mountain Bike Coaching Business, A Single Track Mind, to put together a video about his work:

Lynn made a guest-star appearance, and picked up some great pointers along the way.

I was impressed with Dylan’s coaching style and really enjoyed putting this together. Go to to find out more.

MTB in the PNW – An Oregon-Washington Road Trip

I’ve been a Sierra snob for a while now. And a California snob too. But Lynn has dutifully, gradually opened my eyes to the Pacific Northwest – a few quick family and friend trips to Seattle, Reardan and Bellingham, and an impromptu road trip to Bend in the middle of winter.

In July, we bit off a bigger chunk of the PNW, linking together Oakridge, Bellingham, Leavenworth, Reardan and Bend with a mountain bike theme over the course of a little more than a week. That’s a lot of miles, a lot of hours behind the wheel, but also a pretty incredible swath of country outside my usual roaming territory.

Seven-plus hours in my packed flying toaster (#toasterroadtrip) on the back roads of north-eastern California and Southern Oregon delivered us to Oakridge, a small, sleepy one-time logging town that’s been the topic of a lot of talk on the economic engine that is mountain bike tourism.

Sure enough, after setting up the tent and hammock in the lush green moss-veiled forest campground just up Salmon Creek from town, we found ourselves in the local brewpub (Brewers Union Local 180) among many other Northern Californians from the Bay Area, Nevada City and elsewhere.


Shuttle booked for the famed Alpine Trail, we hit the sleeping pad early in a mercifully quiet campground, and woke up early the next morning.

The Alpine Trail did not disappoint. The shuttle (Oregon Adventures) grunted and bounced us up a dirt road into the soil-soaking clouds – the driver stopping a couple times to explain trail crossings and intersections. Soft, black loamy dirt and a brisk first climb delivered us to a cool, foggy meadow with views to other wooded ridges decorated in wisps of mist.

Not a technical trail like, say, the Downieville Downhill, smooth, flowing singletrack with great berms and occasional steeps and tight switchbacks quickly had me counting this as one of my favorite rides. As we lost elevation, soil occasionally gave way to loose shale or dry dirt with a few sections of steep exposure off the side. And while the majority of the 14 miles were downhill, both Lynn and I were spent by the time we were done.

Another long drive through some Portland and Seattle area traffic landed us in Lynn’s college town of Bellingham, Washington. The last trip here in February sold Lynn on her Transition Smuggler, and she was eager to bring it back to its native habitat – Galbraith. This time our loop of SST was dryer and we were both a little quicker, but I did enjoy the tackier winter conditions of our first trip. Amazing trail building really keeps you on your toes – and while I love my Trance – I did kind of miss the Transition Patrol I demoed last time. Must resist.

The drive up Highway 2, over Stevens Pass, had this Sierra snob wide-eyed on our way to Leavenworth Washington, where we met up with Lynn’s parents and friends. One of her friends, Tommy, lead us on the Freund Trail. Starting off in quickly rising temperatures and a longer, steeper climb than we’d done in a while had me doubting, but once the trail turned downhill into an endless series of berms and whoops, I took it all back. Lynn said it was her favorite ride of the trip, and while it didn’t dethrone Alpine Trail for me, it was a blast.

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On the Wenatchee River. #toasterroadtrip

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After a stop in Reardan, Washington near Spokane, where Lynn grew up, we pointed south, crossing into Oregon at The Dalles, and set up the tent in a familiar favorite – Smith Rock State Park, just north of Bend. While we brought a rope, harnesses, shoes and other climbing sundry, the crowds and heat dissuaded us from tackling Smith Rock’s amazing walls. Instead, we spent our days mostly in Bend, checking out breweries, hitting up some great restaurants, and sampling the Phil’s Trail Network.

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Early morning at #smithrock #toasterroadtrip

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This area was decidedly XC compared to our previous destinations. Starting up the smooth and gradual Ben’s, we cut over on Voodoo into some chunky and awkward terrain before a seated pedal “downhill” on Phil’s. I’m betting this is a network that takes some time to suss out the best stashes and sequences.

A day after getting back to Truckee and I’m already poking around the internet, looking at videos of Ashland, Oregon and Issaquah, Washington, pondering the next trip. I think I might be willing to expand my territorial range in a northwesterly fashion.

Backcountry Skiing Lassen Peak

Slipping and sliding on my climbing skins, sweat dripping into my sunglasses, I looked back down the steep, blinding-white snowfield I’m slowly switch-backing up to watch Bunker pass me, tentatively placing the toes of his snowboard boots on the hard snow, while Sylas, Jensen and Renda pound their way up on snowshoes, boards strapped to their back.

We’re carrying the tradition of a group of journalists who previously tackled the Ruby Mountains and explored the Trinity Alps. This time, we’re climbing Lassen Peak in Lassen Volcanic National Park, with plans to ski and snowboard back down.


We reached a burned-off ridge and walk carefully on the loose scree – even so I manage to kick a rock down at Renda.


Bunker spotted the summer hiking trail, exposed and dry on a ridge to our east, and we decided to hike as much of the route as possible. We pass more hikers than skiers and snowboarders along the way, and stop occasionally to catch up on oxygen and enjoy the view of the coast mountains to our west and Sierra to the south – picking out the Sierra Buttes and maybe some familiar peaks around Tahoe.


Eventually we reach the top, dropping skis, boards, backpacks and other gear to scramble the last bit to the true summit, looking at the caldera and north to Mt. Shasta.


Summit marker.


Team shot, looking south, with Matt Renda, Sylas Wright, me, David Bunker and Adam Jensen.


Looking north, Shasta in the background.

With a large audience of hikers who still had to walk back down, we clicked into skis and boards, tentatively pointing down runneled and sun-cupped snow stained with red dirt. The steep pitch sends a couple of us sliding on their backsides for a few feet.

Rather than running it out to the bottom of the south-east aspect and a long slog back to the parking lot, we decide to click out for one switchback on the trail to get back to the steep and slick pitch we first climbed, now softened perfectly by the sun. Smooth, creamy turns all the way back to the car capped off the trip.